Partners in the Fried Ice-Cream Conspiracy

I pointed from the boy group to the girl group. ‘You couldn’t find a partner for me, could you?’
‘Lee-Anne!’ Mrs. R said. ‘This is Hermannsburg, not Alice Springs!’
‘No stockman or lonely explorer, then?’
‘No, this is as good as it gets.’ She placed the glasses on the table. Besides, the blokes up here, I don’t think they’d be your type.’
Then I’m destined to be an old maid then. I sighed.

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Monday Missive: Destiny

‘Farmers’ Market?’ The local shrugged. ‘Haven’t had one of those in decades. Food’s all replicated from China. Why would we have a market?’

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Monday Missive

I recalled the old Mazda my Dad bought for a bargain because its rear had been damaged. The engine worked alright. Good for a new and inexperienced driver as I was back then…except the ol’ bomb with the dodgy back was a police-magnet.

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School Daze

Mr. A glared at me over his spectacles. ‘Sit down, Mrs. K.’
I sat on the edge of the seat opposite Mr. A, so distant at the other end of his massive desk. Miss. N perched on a chair at my side.
‘We’ve had some complaints about you, Mrs. K,’ the Principal said.

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Journey to Finale

So, my painting has had a rest for a couple of weeks. In that time, I put the work out of sight for a few days. I must distance myself. Otherwise, I consider a seriously flawed work, brilliant.

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Journey to Final

Is it to paint a sale-worthy product? Is my goal merely to make money out of my paintings? If it was, then, I might as well pack up my art supplies, store them in the garage, vege-out on the couch and watch Netflix shows.

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